Tommia's Tablet

Another day, a holiday
Just an ordinary Monday
Sunrise paints the sky
Sunset’s time to rest
What was accomplished
Was a bit more
Than the earlier day’s chores.
What to expect?
A chance to reflect
Before doing it all
Once more.

City Squares by Tommia Wright

From the archives.

From the archives – 2013

Piece by piece
Bit by bit
To see the city
Where to sit?
On the waves
Or in the air?
Perhaps by trolley…
Do you care
To explore this place
Bit by bit
See it lively
Or in peace

(From the archives – 2013)

No, that isn’t how the mountain is now,
But I’m thankful that the snow hasn’t really hit the ground.
For days of rain are fine by me
(Granted, should feel sad for those who can’t ski)
A warm winter is a delightful season.

Corals of creativity await
At the bottom of the sea
Patiently waiting
To speak to the dreamers to be
In between the folds and
Vibrating, rolling currents
Are the keepers of the scale
Taking the time in stride
Enter their watery realm

Seeds of imagination
Glitter in the skies above
Until we pocket them
Once caught in a velvet glove
What happens to the glimmering seed
When it gets ignored?
Faded, jaded, forgotten
Until it turns to stone?
How many shards
Have we stepped upon
Underneath our feet?
How much hope and faith’s required
To return the glow from the heart?

Seedlings tick first, then second
Gathering towards minute leaves
That become the hour round
For the hands branch off
And occasionally salute
The seasons pulsing by
Although the face be twelve
What ripples on is
Of our selves